Alice B. Grist

Dearest My life has taken quite the turn lately. Less than a fortnight ago, my husband had a heart attack, and since then has, thankfully, been treated and is in recovery. Of course at that same time, the children became ill with a variety of symptoms, most notable being vomiting and full on spots caused by Hand Foot and Mouth (not the same as Foot and Mouth in Cows).

I have had a mini medical education, now knowing my myocardial infarctionsfrom my cardiac arrests, and my chicken pox from my ordinary pox. I have a deeper understanding of cholesterol and a newfound passion for all green and whole foods.

What a few days it has been, it feels like a lifetime, and here we are, suddenly in February. I am tired, so bone tired. And so bone grateful too. Things like this are gifts to our imagination, so that we can envisage the worst and find the way through. As we navigate the drama, so we can stick tight to hope and faith, and at times, be rewarded with the simple things, such as life, and not the other...

I am currently a little out of words though, even art is not stirring my soul. I am sure that will all come in time, and I will likely plough it into the courses and books that I had such high hopes to complete sooner than this!

I simply wanted to drop you a line full of love, so that if you happen to be negotiating the chaotic curves of life, you might feel less alone.

Here is something I wrote a whole ago, in The High Heeled Guide to Spiritual Living, I allowed the book to open on a random page, and just like my tarot cards, the book gifted me the perfect resilient answer...

"The dark feelings & external chaos swoop in to cause madness sot hat when the madness lifts, all that is left are things that are useful to life. True chaos allows for progressive, exciting and creative change. Life falls to pieces, but then on the other side, and with a little faith, things can come up rosy."